Flora had arrived at the Sinclair mansion on the very next day of their fight. She had received an invitation this morning from Eleanore. At first, she had no desire to meet her ex best friend but then felt curious to find out what new excuse she would have arranged for her.
When her carriage pulled over inside the courtyard of Sinclair mansion, she found Eleanore waiting for her. They always welcomed each other like that. That's a normal gesture every aristocrat should show to each other.
"Good evening, dear friend." Eleanore says with a smile that depicts nervousness, tension and a hint of uncertainty.
"Yes, good evening, Lady Eleanore." Flora sounded cold as she got off the carriage.
It took a while for Eleanore to digest this awkwardness and rift between them, as if they were strangers. "Let us have tea Flora."
"Lady—" Flora corrects her. "You forgot to put the prefix, Lady Eleanore."
